Stan

It's not that serious
Hmm, yea

Play "4422"
Everyday I'm simping cause of you
I'm drinking too
Lets get a room, me and you
Fuck it out
You know what to do
A risky text got me laid
Broke the bed but we went ahead
Two casualties, for the love of you
Love of me
We were meant to be

I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window

I'mma pass by your house
And i'mma fucking throw a rock at your car
Every day until you fucking talk to me
On some creeper shit
Yea, yea
Yea

I'm so obsessed, count to ten
Even tried holding my breath
You post a pic
Oh, you so slick
I don't know what else to do with this
I'mma show up to your work
Lay down a curse
Maybe call you the b word
I'mma stain all your shirts
Eat your desert
On me swear to God you will learn
Just to take it all back
Every night after that
I don't know why I do this
I'm so young and foolish
For your love I'll be a Stan

I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window, oh
I'm looking out your window

Wait, wait, what do
What do you mean you don't like the song?
(It has too much autotune...)
Too much autotune?
(Yea...)
Bro you know, you know damm well I can't fucking sing
(I don't know fucking do better or something)
Na bro it's not even like that, like I'm just exaggerating
You know what I mean?
(Yea, yea, that's what you always say)

Why the fuck do you always bring that shit up?
This is what I mean, na for real though
You don't like the other one either?
That's fucked up you know that
Man, whatever